I Pray God That I May Never

I Think It Is Possible On Earth To Build A Young, New Jerusalem, A Little, New Heaven Of This Surpassing Love. God, Either Send Me More Of This Love, Or Take Me Quickly Over The Water, Where I May Be Filled With His Love.

Those Who Can Take That Crabbed Tree Handsomely Upon Their Back, And Fasten It On Cannily, Shall Find It Such A Burden As Wings Unto A Bird, Or Sails To A Ship.

Humility Is A Strange Flower; It Grows Best In Winter Weather, And Under Storms Of Affliction.

I Assure You By The Lord, Your Adversaries Shall Get No Advantage Against You, Except You Sin, And Offend Your Lord, In Your Sufferings.

Verily, We Know Not What An Evil It Is To Indulge Ourselves, And To Make An Idol Of Our Will.